seven years old in the south
i heard she never wanted to be a mother
why the hell would he want another?
"we're not making the same mistake twice."
i left when he asked if i ruined her life
i'm a regret she can't forget
a mistake with no recovery
i know she'll never love me
i was crying when i told them
twenty-four, lost my boyfriend
i said i never wanted for us to break up
"why the hell would he date such a slut?"
"he really made the same mistake twice."
i left when she asked if i ruined his life
came out fourteen riding in the backseat
i can still hear the way she screamed
"who's gonna love you now, isolde?
you'll look both ways but end up alone."